When Pei Donglai dressed as John Watson

Northumberland Street is not far from Baker Street, it only takes 5 minutes to walk there.In the text message sent by Sherlock to the murderer, there is a restaurant opposite 22 Northumberland Street, which Sherlock often goes to, because the owner of the restaurant, Angelo, was wrongly murdered three years ago, but Sherlock helped him. The suspicion was cleared, and it was proved that at the time of the incident, Mr. Angelo was burglarizing elsewhere.

The owner of the restaurant, Angelo, greeted them enthusiastically, and declared that what was on the menu, even what Sherlock wanted to eat, would be free.Even his date, John Watson.

The first time was misunderstood by Mrs. Hudson, the second time when Sherlock told Lestrade that he was his, John believed that he might also have misunderstood, the third time was the mysterious man, and the fourth time was the man in front of him. The restaurant owner... Although John has gotten used to it, the corner of his mouth still twitched, and he said calmly, "I'm not dating Sherlock."

John ordered a black pepper beef spaghetti, God knows he followed Sherlock to the suicide scene when he just became a roommate, and then was taken to a remote place by a mysterious person to meet, and then hurried back to Baker Street , but already starved to death.

Sherlock sat on John's left, staring sideways at the window sill, while John turned his back to the window sill, so that it would not appear too deliberate, and it would not make the vigilant murderer aware of something wrong.

The waiting time was a bit sad, and John started chatting with Sherlock while eating: "You don't have a girlfriend."

Surprised that John started with this question, but Sherlock still listened politely. "Girlfriend? Of course, that's not my ambition."

"Really?" Looking at Sherlock, who was clearly chatting with himself, but his eyes were still on the street, John asked again: "Then do you have a boyfriend? Don't worry, I don't mind you like this."

"I know that." Sherlock withdrew his gaze and looked at John.He is very smart, so he can naturally know that it must be because so many people think he is his lover that John has misunderstood.

John looked at Sherlock and saw that his eyes were slightly narrowed. The gray-blue eyes no longer penetrated people's hearts as usual, but had a hazyness that no one had ever seen before.Yes, it is hazy, which is really incredible and beautiful.

John was almost bewildered by Sherlock's eyes, but he is a person with strong self-control after all, he quickly came back to his senses, smiled at him with a little embarrassment, and then his voice was softer than before: "So Say you have a boyfriend?"

"No." Sherlock replied firmly in his low voice.

"Okay, I understand." John thought for a while and said, "You have nothing to worry about, just like me." Then he picked up the noodles and ate them.

Sherlock started stalking again.

But because of John's words, Sherlock was a little uneasy, so after a while, he looked at John again: "I think you need to understand that I regard work as my way home, seeking the pleasure of solving cases, not looking for any... "

"No, I think you misunderstood me, please don't misunderstand." Obviously, for John, it was Sherlock who really misunderstood.Regardless of whether Sherlock is going to invite John to be his boyfriend next, or self-righteously rejecting John's overtures, in order to get along peacefully in the future, John hastily interrupted Sherlock's words to avoid embarrassment in getting along with him in the future. "I'm just talking casually, so it doesn't matter."

"...Very good." Sherlock said, and then said something meaningful: "Thank you."

Although John is used to eating and sleeping without talking, in this foreign country, this habit is obviously very inappropriate, so he can't help but do as the Romans do. "Do you have a clue about the murderer?"

"No." Sherlock was devastated by this.Although he acted confidently, as if he could catch the murderer in the next moment—in fact, he really thought so.But it is undeniable that Sherlock did not even deduce what kind of person the murderer is, because there are not enough clues left at the scene.

"This is his hunting ground, the very center of the city. Now that the victims are known to have been abducted, the story is quite different. Because all the victims disappeared in the busy streets, but there is no witness." Xia Xia Locke murmured in a low voice as if talking to himself, and then his voice suddenly became louder: "Use your brain! Who is the person who can be trusted even if you don't know each other? Who is the person who is not suspicious no matter where you go? Who is the hunter in the middle?"

"But you have no idea!" John laughed lowly.

"As long as you have a clue." Sherlock finally admitted that Gihan was sometimes a little smarter than himself, because from his performance, he knew that the other party already had a clue.

"It's time for me to say it." John remembered what Sherlock had said about his lack of brains in Lauriston Gardens, and then returned it to him: "God, what's in your little brain? It must be something Boring stuff."

Seeing that Sherlock didn't dare to refute, John's mood improved a lot.He turned sideways and looked at the window with Sherlock, pointing to the passing traffic outside: "Think about it, how would we go if we were going to a farther place? I read the newspapers before and found that those" Suicides' original plan was to go to a place that was far away for them. So, if you think about us, what would we do if the two of us were going to a place farther away?"

"...Taxi?!" Sherlock's eyes widened, and he almost stood up excitedly when he slapped the table.

But John took his hand. "Don't move around. What if the murderer comes and finds you?"

Sherlock smiled and said, "Well, you're right."

At this moment, a taxi across the street from them stopped, and no one got off or got on.The two people who had been waiting for the murderer knew immediately that it was this taxi.

Sherlock stood up and was about to go after him, but was stopped by John again. "Don't be a hero, you can't catch up with a taxi. He must be vigilant now. If you try to chase him, he will immediately find out that something is wrong, and the taxi driver must have the mobile phone you want, but you And don't forget, the pink suitcase is in our room right now, and he can say you put this phone in his hand."

"Then you want me to lose everything?" Sherlock suddenly became irritable.You know, he didn't have such scruples in handling cases before, and John really thought too much.

"How could it be possible for you to fail?" John took out his mobile phone and dialed a number: "Hello Inspector, please act."

Then I saw two couples standing up in the small restaurant where they were, and rushed outside.And Sherlock also noticed that there were more than a dozen people rushing towards the taxi all around the street.

Sherlock looked at John.

John knew that Sherlock was waiting for his explanation.He didn't hesitate to tell Sherlock the truth, he said: "I knew you had a clue when I got home and saw the pink suitcase next to you, so after you sent the text message to the murderer, I also forwarded it to one person."

John pointed to a figure outside the window: "Inspector Lestrade."

"That alone is not enough to mean that he sent someone to wait on Northumberland Street?" Sherlock said, with a meaningful expression: "You also called him and turned on the speakerphone so that he could hear the two of us. Otherwise, if he doesn’t know you well, how could he be ordered around by you?”

"Oh, I didn't let him go around, because this should be your patent." John said with a smile: "Okay, this case is over for now, I think the taxi driver must have Jennifer Winson's cell phone, And he'll have at least one bottle of poison on him, hidden somewhere in the taxi, just in case of an opportunity. Searching for that, however, is the province of Inspector Lestrade."

"But I don't know how he got those four people to take the poison voluntarily. I don't know what happened to Rachel left behind by Jennifer Winson." Sherlock sighed, looking a little decadent.He couldn't believe the situation he had set up, so he let the roommate in front of him mess it up. "What a tragedy!"

"Will know," John replied. "But this is not the time to talk about it. I suppose you haven't eaten all night like I have? So would you like some?"

Sherlock watched John roll up the noodles with a fork, and nodded sadly.Then he leaned forward and ate the noodles that John contributed in one bite.

John was a little confused. He just wanted to ask Sherlock if he wanted to order another black pepper beef pasta, but he ate it directly from his fork.He was thinking now, should he give the plate in his hand to Sherlock, and order another one for himself?Or just be patient and eat it up?

But Sherlock raised the corners of his lips slightly, moved his body and sat on the wide sofa beside John, snatched the fork from John's hand, rolled the noodles and fed himself a few mouthfuls, filling his stomach After that, another fork was rolled and stuffed into John's mouth.

"Hurry up, I don't think you're full, right!" Sherlock said in a positive tone.

John forced himself to eat the noodles off the fork, and cursed Sherlock inwardly.